Josh and Jesse continue drinking, and as they do Josh's eyes stray back to the bartender and his thickly-haired arms.
"That guy sure is hairy," Josh whispers to Jesse.
"Yeah, and what's with the hat?" Jesse says, eyeing the thick woollen skullcap that hides most of the man's ears.
"And that lump in the back of his pants?" Josh can hardly take his eyes off it.
Just then the guy bends down, straightening bottles on a lower shelf. As he does, his khaki pants stretch tight over the lump and he moans softly. Josh and Jesse stare at the bulge, mystified, yet also strangely turned on by it... Tugging at the fronts of their shorts, they lean forward to get a better look.
"Jeez!" Jesse gasps.
Behind the counter the hung, hairy bartender is now squatting, his thighs spread wide. But he's no longer fiddling with bottles... Instead, he has clapped a hand behind him and is slowly squeezing the short, stiff lump on his butt - eyes closed, lips parted in ecstasy.
And his hat is slowly riding upwards!
"Shit..." Jesse's eyes are like saucers. "What the fuck's going on?!?"
Jesse shakes his head, equally dumbfounded - then, swallowing hard, he leans over the counter and says, "Sorry for asking, bud, but..."